2: I Got You (Part 1)

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3:42 a.m.

Sunday,
October 19, 2014

𝐵𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒶 𝐻𝒶𝓌𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃

I lay flat on my back staring up at the ceiling as he slept beside me snoring away as if he didn't have a care in the world. How could someone be so evil? So cold and inconsiderate.

I'd become someone's wife earlier than I wanted to be. I'd become someone's parent, although I never got the chance to be their mother. I'd lost count of how many times I'd gotten pregnant over the years and how many times he'd murdered those babies before they were born.

Each miscarriage was caused by him. He was to blame for those children never being brought into the world. To think that I'd gotten pregnant with my first child at just 13 made me sick to my stomach. I was a baby carrying a fucking baby. I should've been worried about grades and school gossip. I should've been worried about having celebrity crushes like most young girls did. Instead, I was worried about pleasing a husband. I was worried about a child growing inside me. I was worried about life and just surviving.

In the beginning, I cried a lot because right after getting married he moved me away from my family. Those beatings were the worst when I first started living with him because I didn't want to be with this grown-ass man. He beat me because I wouldn't stop crying when he wanted me to.

I was so unhappy and confused because I longed to be with my family again one day. Too bad I couldn't say the same about them wanting me. I hadn't spoken to them since I was 13, and once I realized that they stopped caring enough to even try to find or contact me, it made it easier to cling to him and do what he told me to do. I wasn't in love with him. I didn't even know what it felt like to be in love with a man. I'd never had a boyfriend before marrying him. He'd been the one who took my virginity. He took everything from me. My innocence. My family. My life. I was here physically but emotionally and mentally I was somewhere else.

My ribs felt broken, my nose was sore, and my lip was swollen. Thankfully, he hadn't hit me in the eyes and swollen them shut like he normally did. I'd been sparing his life when I could've given Ace the word to take him out. Meeting him I was more terrified of him than I was of Neil because of his appearance. The intimidating hard look he held on his face, the tattoos, the way he talked, etc. Everything about him screamed run so when he approached me in the grocery store I avoided him.

Following me around in the store as if he would rob me only made me more fearful. I was going to call Neil, but before I could, he stopped me. He was so charismatic and intelligent. He was a gentleman. I'd never had anyone be that way towards me so that also screamed run. I took his number because I wasn't stupid enough to give him mine, and so he'd leave me alone. I never planned to actually give him a call but in doing so, it had become one of the best decisions I'd ever made.

I hissed in pain as I slowly crept out of bed and eased the secret cellphone I kept hidden from underneath my pillow. I'd endured enough pain and suffering at the hands of this man. I wanted a life even if it meant Neil had to lose his. Creeping out of the bedroom I headed into the bedroom next door slowly closing the door and locking it before I called Ace.

"What's up?" He answered on the third ring.

"D-did I wake you?" I whispered.

"What do you need?"

At the sound of that I became choked up and my eyes started to water. Holding the phone up to my ear with one hand I rubbed the other up and down my side out of nervousness. I exhaled slowly trying to calm myself down.

"B..."

I didn't say anything back.

He exhaled deeply into the phone. "What did he do?" He inquired. I could hear the anger in his voice, although it sounded like he was trying to control his temper.

"I— I'm ready." I sniffled.

"That's all I needed. I got you." He told me.

"I'm...I'm so scared Ace. I've never done anything like this." I cried, wiping at my eyes. "Once he's gone I don't know what I'm going to do or where I'm—"

"I told you..." He paused for a second. "I got you. Send me the location and leave the back door unlocked. I'm on my way."

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